{“jagged shards of broken dreams”.}
stilled beneath the sun
we drag cigars & toke on green,
till it hits the lungs
like jagged shards of broken dreams.
moonlight ricochets,
as shadows form…
our blue lives wished away,
we travel torn.
lost, hurting, manic
from the clockwork mechanics,
we rush towards better tomorrows
forever in sorrow.
run, run, run.
run beneath the summer sun.
that cocaine comedown
can be a bit cumbersome.
us drug-lovers run
to the spot,
then hotbox,
then drop the top -
never stopped by cops.
pop it, washed
down by a little bit of vodka,
then broken shards of gold
that taste like licorice & water.
lit & wasted, gone,
we trip our faces off.
peeping the moonlight
as it ricochets across
einstein once said
never stop questioning,
& there ain’t no telling
what a clever pot session brings…
stardust
sparks love;
yet dark lust
is carved, cut
in flesh.
inject.
it’s in. yes…
like insects,
it’s sucks the blood
from my spirit.
quite in stress;
its rush i love.
can you feel it?
[...i’m already hollow inside
& tomorrow i die,
& this bottle – it hides
all of my
swallowed pride…
& so i
seek salvation
inside of this very story told,
for death’s bleak calculation
was made when i sold my soul...]
you see,
this is why we wanderers
discuss politics & anarchy.
why do we do it…?
swallow it & than you’ll see…
topics:
- jagged shards of broken dreams
- head in the clouds
- "the important thing is never to stop questioning."
...albert einstein
- as shadows form
- clockwork mechanics
- tomorrow i die